Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

As Su Yuntao rushed closer, three spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, one white, one yellow, and one purple, rotating evenly around his body.

As he ran, he conjured the Xuan Yu Hand, the surface of his palms gleaming with a lustrous jade-colored sheen, his fingertips slightly white, and his entire hand appearing more solid and nimble than usual.

The Golden-Winged Roc struggled to stand up, and as it exerted its strength, golden blood seeped out from the open wound at the base of its right wing. Half of its wing was raised before it fell back down.

It turned its head to look in Su Yuntao's direction, a trace of anger flashing in its eyes. How dare a mere Soul Venerable challenge its majesty as a ten-thousand-year-old Soul Beast? It opened its beak and let out a low, hoarse hiss.

Before he could make any further moves, Su Yuntao had already reached the side of its neck. With the blessing of the Xuan Yu Hand, his right claw was covered with a layer of light blue light. He unleashed the strongest move of the Eighteen Claws of the Rending Wind at close range. The claw blade cut into the side of the Golden-Winged Roc's throat, slicing through the already broken flesh and penetrating straight into the gap between the neck bones.

The Golden-Winged Roc's body twitched violently, its massive wings flapped twice on the ground, raising a cloud of dust, before falling completely silent.

Su Yuntao retracted his right claw, stood beside the roc's corpse, slightly panting. He stared at its neck for a while, and only after confirming that it was truly no longer moving did he let out a long breath.

Even after being heavily weakened, he was not entirely confident in facing a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast. He repeatedly told himself that he had to succeed on the first try because he was unsure if a soul beast of this level had any other trump cards when it was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, it has completely collapsed.

The surrounding crowd visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the Golden-Winged Roc was alive, its heavy pressure had always enveloped the entire area, making it difficult to even breathe. Now that the giant bird had fallen, that pressure dissipated, and many people subconsciously stretched their stiff shoulders.

But soon, after everyone relaxed, their gazes turned to the huge golden corpse on the ground. Their eyes gradually focused on something else: a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, and an extremely rare flying soul beast at that. Its feathers, bones, and blood alone were priceless, not to mention the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring that was still floating above the corpse, waiting to be absorbed.

Some people swallowed hard, while others took a few steps forward and then stopped.

A cough came from the broken wall.

King Kundera slowly straightened up, leaning against the wall. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his left arm, but his gaze remained steady, and his imposing presence did not diminish at all as he swept over the crowd.

Most of the greedy glances that had just surfaced around them instantly vanished, and they lowered their heads, not daring to meet their eyes.

Kundera then turned to Su Yuntao, his voice slightly breathless but still clear as he spoke:

"Thank you for saving my Kingdom of Barak. My previous promise still stands. This Golden-Winged Roc is yours. As for the viscount title, I will announce it on a chosen day after the situation in the city has stabilized. What do you say?"

Su Yuntao nodded, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

His previous choice did indeed involve an element of gambling.

The reason he dared to gamble was twofold. First, Kundera had made a promise in front of everyone, and if he went back on his word, it would greatly damage his reputation and credibility. Second, only the final killer of a spirit beast could absorb its spirit ring, and a ten-thousand-year spirit ring was the most valuable part of this Golden-Winged Roc. If Kundera broke his promise, he would at most only get a corpse without a spirit ring, which was too low a cost-benefit ratio.

Of course, he wasn't without the possibility of losing; human nature is unpredictable, and he couldn't be sure that Kundera would keep his promise.

It's possible that Kundera might later renege on his promise.

If it really comes to that, then we'll have to test the mettle of Kundera, this scion of the imperial family.

Fortunately, he won his gamble.

Without further hesitation, Su Yuntao turned his gaze to the slowly condensing soul ring above the corpse of the Golden-Winged Roc.

It was a jet-black spirit ring, with a rich and deep color, and tiny golden specks of light faintly flowing across its surface. It was more substantial than any spirit ring he had ever seen.

He didn't look at what Kundera was making promises to the others, but walked directly to the corpse of the Golden-Winged Roc, sat down cross-legged, and probed the soul ring with his soul power.

While Kundera was trying to appease the nobles and soul masters around him, he kept glancing at Su Yuntao out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that he was actually preparing to absorb the spirit ring on the spot, Kundera's expression changed drastically, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Stop! A ten-thousand-year spirit ring? You think you can absorb that now? You're a registered spirit master of the empire, haven't you heard that the normal spirit master's fourth spirit ring has a maximum lifespan of just over five thousand years? This is a ten-thousand-year spirit ring! You're courting death!"

Su Yuntao did not stop moving.

He knew, of course, that Kundera was telling the truth, but unfortunately, he wasn't a normal Soul Master.

Thirty years of comprehension of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, coupled with its subsequent fusion with the Silver Moon Condensing Spirit Technique, have made his physical attributes far superior to those of ordinary level 40 Soul Masters.

Not to mention the enhancements to the body from the Shadow Cat's left arm bone and the Silver Moon Spirit Bone, as well as the significant boost to physical fitness and mental strength from the dispersal of the Mysterious Heaven Skill's internal energy throughout the body.

His current endurance is more than twice as strong as Tang San's condition when he absorbed the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Cave Demon Spider in the original story.

Tang San was able to successfully absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring on his fourth soul ring and withstand the soul shock of a ten-thousand-year soul beast before its death, so why can't he?

"Don't worry, I have a special constitution. It's just a ten-thousand-year spirit ring. I can do it."

Su Yuntao only replied with this one sentence, and then stopped explaining, directly sinking his soul power completely into the black soul ring.

Kundera stopped halfway through his sentence because Su Yuntao had already closed his eyes and entered a state of absorption. He opened his mouth but ultimately did not continue to stop him, instead standing aside with a frown and watching.

The crowd that had been whispering around Kundera grew louder after hearing his explanation.

Someone whispered, "So there are so many rules to absorbing a spirit ring. I thought all spirit rings could be absorbed. Luckily, I didn't go up directly just now, otherwise, according to the king, I would still be in mortal danger."

A person nearby scoffed, "You wish! Only those who kill spirit beasts are qualified to absorb spirit rings. You don't even know this basic common sense? By the way, were you rushing forward just now hoping to absorb that spirit ring?"

The man blushed and said, "I just... wanted to see more clearly."

Before the person next to him could say anything more, someone interrupted him directly: "Alright, alright, he's not even a Soul Master, why are you explaining so much to him?"

A low chuckle broke out from the crowd, but it was quickly drowned out by the attention focused on Su Yuntao absorbing the soul ring.